Last updated on April 16, 2022
It’s hard for me to describe the true pleasure
I feel when you are near
The sweet spring taste of your lips
And the flowers on your breast and hair
The blooming of the forbidden four-letter word beginning with L
(Nat King Cole would have something to say about that!)
It’s far too early to say—it’s been not even a fortnight
But she defines resplendence and inner beauty
I know not why fortune smiled upon me so,
This, a never-ending source—fount—of joy, happiness and mutual affection
It’s beautiful and deeply magical.
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